"Spirata is a wondrous world pushing the limits of creativity and imagination, an eclectic mix of sci-fi and fantasy elements. The world is flat, and spread out in a gigantic plane in large continents, at least fifteen times the size of Earth's area. Along with these lands are large oceanic continents, bordering most of the landmasses. In between those, however, are the arcdrifts, an abyssal mass of electric stormclouds."

The scene sets on a mountain path leading down to a misty rainforest, where a traveler leads a mule laden with supplies down the road. The traveler is clad in a stormcloud-gray suit of armor with a glowing blue trim, and glowing blue runic symbols around the trim. Strapped across his back is a circle shield, and at his waist a broadsword. Both are of the same design motif of his armor. The sword has a large cut-off barrel at its hilt, and in the center is a glowing magical rune. In the distance are several floating islands, inhabited and topped with villages and people. Many flying skiffs buzz around the islands; the usual traffic. The traveler takes a long breath of the mountain air, and prepares for his descent into the jungle.

In the jungle, the traipse through is peaceful until a multi-colored drake swoops down from the canopy, and assaults the mule, causing it to run off, dropping supplies along the way.

Ryo: No! My stuff! *draws his sword and shield, but gets knocked into a tree trunk by the jungle drake's tail* Urk!

Ryo: Ah! A native! *raises his sword, and the rune inside the barrel glows, and a blue magical missile shoots forth, and into the drake's wing membrane, causing it to scream, and run off into the foliage* Thank you so much for the assistance, young woman. I am Ryo, from the Alitaras Commonwealth. (one of the massive city-states)

Jasper: Well, they're raised and bred by the village's carrier bird farmer, for one. Before they were fully domesticated, my ancestors would go out in packs and trek the jungles for days to even find just one.